Chapter 22: Wedding Day

It was June 1st, the day of my wedding to the king of Gondor, Elessar, and I couldn't be happier. Arwen, my soon-to-be sister, as I so dearly called her, came into my room and woke me extremely early with a bucket of cold water. I screamed at the icy coldness, springing out of the bed and letting my glaring eyes settle on her laughing form.

"Just because your getting married to my brother, doesn't mean that I have to be nice to you, young lady," I told her in a mock-serious tone, pointing my finger at her. Arwen and Legolas were going to officially get married, soon after Aragorn and mine, as they have been waiting to for many centuries.

She rolled her eyes at me then threw me a cloth, so I could wash myself in the tub that was carried in while she once again prepared everything for my wedding. By midday, I was placed in a long white dress with a long train at the bottom and a white belt, made of the same material as the dress, was wrapped around my waist. Gold embroidery decorated the front of the dress and the sleeves fell to the ground. (A/N: Pictures on profile)

Arwen did my hair and placed a veil over it, covering my face as I held white lilies in my hands. I slipped on white shoes and smiled brightly, hiding my nervousness. I looked in the mirror then hugged my almost-sister and long-term best friend, minding my dress when I saw what I looked like. Then what I was doing hit me like a ton of bricks, I was being married.

I started to freak out but Arwen quickly calmed me down (with the help of my brother, who had came in saying Aragorn wasn't fairing much better). Lord Elrond, who was to give me away since my own father couldn't be here (I scowled when I heard that), came in and looked at me surprised.

"You look gorgeous, Aranel. Aragorn is a lucky man to be marrying you this day," he said with a smile, holding out his arm for me. It was time. Elrond and I walked up the aisle to Aragorn, who looked shocked, and Gandalf, who would be marrying us. Elrond kissed my forehead then gave my hand to Aragorn with watery eyes. He would be sad to loose another daughter, even if not by blood.

"People of Gondor! Guests!" Gandalf began, "We are gathered here today to witness this man and this woman in holy matrimony! If anyone objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace." No one spoke.

"It is not every day that one gets to see love in its purest form. It is truly a blessed event when two people come together with a bond as strong as these two have. One that not even the forces of evil can tear apart. I now look to them to speak the words of their love to one another," he continued.

The wedding was beautiful, I tried not to cry as Mithrandir carried on the ceremony. When it came to their vows, the White Wizard asked Aragorn to speak first. "Aragorn, you wrote your own vows, would you like to say them?" Estel nodded his head and recited his vows.

"Aranel, you are the love of my life, you are my one and only. I knew our feelings were real from the instant I met you, and there is absolutely nobody who can get in the way of my feelings. I love you with all my heart, soul, body, and mind."

"And now, Aranel."

"Aragorn, You were always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on. That day when Frodo was stabbed with a Morgul blade, I was glad to give up my immortality, knowing it would give me a better chance to be with you. You never lost hope that I was alive and would stay that way when I was stabbed, then captured by the Nazgul. No matter what happens, I will always love you." I was now on the way to crying, Aragorn saw the tears in my eyes but he could tell I was extremely happy.

"Now, who has the rings?" Legolas and Arwen handed the bride and groom the rings. "Aragorn, repeat after me and place this ring on her left ring finger. 'With this ring, you I wed.'"

"With this ring, you I wed," Aragorn repeated as he placed my wedding band on my ring finger. It was a silver band with a single diamond in it. It had elegant carvings in it, making it seem even more expensive. "Now Aranel, you repeat after me. 'With this ring, you I wed.'" Gandalf looked at me and Arwen handed over a plain silver band, but I knew there were Elvish inscription on it.

"With this ring, you I wed." I said as I slid Estel's wedding band onto his left ring finger. We smiled at each other.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. Aragorn, you may now kiss your bride." Aragorn lifted up my veil and held my chin in his hands. I let the tears flow freely as he kissed me. I heard a loud whistle and some screaming as I kissed my new husband back deeply, wrapping my arms around his neck. When we broke apart, we walked back up the aisle.

Frodo walked up to me with a crown on a pillow. I curtsied a little and let Aragorn place it on my head before kissing my forehead and letting me stand up. The design of the crown was a symmetrical design of scrolling foliage, mounted with over a thousand diamonds set in silver, and 40 emeralds set in gold.

I smiled brightly and kissed my new husband again, ignoring Gimli's shouts to 'get a room'. I was more than slightly embarrassed by the amount of money the crown was worth. I didn't think I deserved it. When I told Aragorn that when I first saw it, he just laughed and said I was worth more than that. It calmed me slightly when he said it was Gimli, Legolas, and Arwen's gift to us for our wedding. Gimli made it with the help of other Dwarfs while my brother and soon-to-be sister paid for most of it.

Our reception was right afterwards and the cooks had made up a gigantic cake for the occasion. Aragorn smiled at me as we both cut it, then fed a slice to the other. He kissed me again before moving and allowing the other cooks to take over serving the others. We went to a table secluded sightly away from the others for a private moment, which was soon ruined by Pippin, the everlasting inquisitive hobbit. We chuckled as he scooted in between us with a very large piece of cake, chowing down and drinking out of his wine glass like he hadn't eaten for years.

"Hobbits," Aragorn said good-naturedly with a shake of his head, winking at me. I stifled a laugh behind my hand as Aragorn stood up, asking me for a dance. "I really do love you," he whispered into my ear as I laid my head on his chest. I looked up at him with a grin, answering, "Good. If you didn't, why would you have married me otherwise?" He shook his head, holding me tighter as we twirled around the ballroom, avoiding the other couples dancing until we were by the doorway that led to the garden. We hid in our secret spot, kissing and watching the scenery as we laid in each other's arms. The reception was still going when Aragorn and I decided to retire to our new room, to do what others do the night they are married.

A/N: Awww, was this cute? I think it was cute! YES! Two days in a row! Tomorrow we're going for three! P.S. This story doesn't end until Aragorn and Aranel die (and Arwen, Legolas, and Gimli build the boat, yada yada yada) Thanks for all the reviews yesterday, lets try to do the same today!

P.S.S: I'm sorry for not updating this HOURS earlier. I had it written out, but then I forgot to put it on fanfiction! (My sister and I were distracted by cute love stories about a straight Adam Lambert. This would be so embarassing if he read this XD (Which is VERY unlikely))

-My sister wrote the bold part in A/N-